Where has my youth gone? Did I ever experience it? Or will that come later, when I’ve grown too old to display what’s left of my vitality? A few giant worms attack an innocent southern village, white aliens send messages, and meanwhile, I’m still running after the same age-old problem. “That means we’re stuck and... Lees verder →
My exams went well. I could relax and enjoy the summer. But first I had to survive Shittown for two whole months. Walking down the street here in my pitch-black outfit, alone with a book in my hand, was just asking for trouble. People didn’t get that here; someone who wanted to sit quietly alone... Lees verder →
March, the month of reproduction. What I feared most was my IT friend – that would be pure cramming, no logic in an exam that should be logical. After those tests, we can focus on the real work, the paper and my short film. On the train, I tried to calm my nerves by interpreting... Lees verder →
“Are you coming to meet Kafka?” He had a red rose next to his glass of beer. His skin was half sunken, hunched over, and his eyes were watery. I sat next to him in the Irish Pub. The television was on, that evening the entire bar population was following the results of the Eurovision... Lees verder →
I don't want to go back to yesterday when mold took over the refrigerator and you called out to me in the pouring rain “Do something!” While I was stuck in my father's chair and spoiled that great romance.
I can't stand striped, checked, or textured clothing; trousers, shirts, socks... you name it. Tiny lines screaming to break free, doomed to eternal captivity. I would never wear anything like that myself. If someone does, I accept it, if you're really looking smashing within. But, give me something plain or something with a nice message... Lees verder →
the infinite looks out on the closed windows splashes before moving villages hidden between valleys of melancholy - I hardly dare to look I am blinded by what may always remain until the autocratic idiot the fungus of the ego - that festers with false promises erases what should stayand the valley of Angels and... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 